Getting It Right (BOOK THREE)

Chapter 69

The next time Keenan opens his eyes, he's laying face down on the kitchen table with his cheek in a puddle of drool. The kitchen is lit up with natural light spilling in through the windows and Kiara and Marcus are standing in the doorway of the kitchen staring at him. Neveah rests in Kiara' arms, sucking on her first.

"Good morning..." Kenan lifts his head and winces from the crick in his neck.

"Wow, mom was right, you really are a hot mess." Kiara says.

Kenan rubs his neck and sits up fully. The clock reads 9:30 am. When did he even fall asleep?

"Long night?" Marcus asks.

"Yeah," Keenan takes a napkin and wipes the drool from his cheek. "Neveah kept me up all night with her crying, I tried feeding her, changing her, walking around with her. But nothing worked. I guess I eventually passed out at the table." He yawns, "What are yall doing here?"

Marcus sits down across from him. "Well I blew up your phone earlier but you didn't reply, now I see why. I came by to tell you I got you a spot on the Morning's with Mickey radio show, but the way you're looking, maybe we should reschedule."

"No," Keenan says quickly. "I've been waiting to get on the Mornings with Mickey show since I was kid. I have to do this."

"Well he said if you want to do it, we need to get to the station before twelve."

"Ok, let me shower and get dressed and we can go." Keenan jumps up from his seat, excitement erases the rest of the sleep in his body and he feels more energetic than just a few moments ago.

Marcus dials the number of the radio station to let them know Keenan will be stopping by. Keenan walks over to his sister and looks at Neveah, "Now you wanna act all innocent huh? Last night all you wanted to do was fight me."

Kiara kisses her cheek, "Leave Auntie's baby alone."

Neveah blows spit bubbles and giggles as Keenan kisses her cheek, before bounding upstairs to the bathroom to freshen up.

It only takes Keenan half an hour to shower, get dressed, wash Neveah up and dress her in a sundress. After taking a poptart to eat during the ride, Keenan climbs into the backseat of Marcus' black Infinity with Neveah strapped in beside him. For the entire drive, all Keenan can think about is his dream. It felt so real like he was back in Florida repeating that life changing night. In his dream, he saw so many things wrong with the situation. Aubrey was really drunk and he took advantage of that. She seduced him and he let his self fall into her trap, feeling not even the least bit guilty for cheating on Sevyn. He figured that he deserved this since Sevyn wasn't giving it up any way. No he sees what people means when they say what goes around comes around. Karma is biting him in the butt for that night in Florida. Aubrey is MIA and now guilt is killing him from the inside out.

Walking in to the radio station makes Keenan pushes the dream to the back of his mind momentarily. The inside is a small lobby with a reception desk, three chairs, coffee table and a vending machine in the corner. Pictures of artist who have been interviewed in this exact station are posted on one wall in a huge collage. He smiles, knowing he's about to make it on that wall.

"May I help you?" A guy with white framed glasses, a grey vest and hot pink tie asks.

"Hi, this is Keenan Moore, he has an appointment with Mickey today." Marcus tells him.

The man smacks his teeth before typing something on the keyboard and peering at the computer screen. "Ah yes, Mickey is expecting you." He stands up and smooths down his tie. "Follow me."

Keenan hands Neveah to Kiara. She hugs him and whispers, "Good luck."

He gives her a nervous smile before following Marcus and the receptionist to a door in the back of the room. He knocks once before opening the door and sticking his head inside. "Keenan Moore is here."